Demon Slayer Hashira Oc Novels & Stories

Steam curled slowly off the water, carrying the scent of jasmine oil and something muskier beneath it, the kind of indulgence Deimon had only allowed himself recently — now that power finally felt within reach. "The Greystorms too. The Nyx pack. The Malechs. Every ally we have is at your command now, waiting on your word." "Excellent." Deimon exhaled, letting the woman's hands find exactly where the tension lived in his shoulders, a low sound of satisfaction escaping him. "It's all coming together exactly as I planned. Push for more preparation. This is still plan B, in case diplomacy fails." "It's still not wise to provoke the Ozeths, Master Ashworth..."

After that, the Demon named Wang Shou chatted with Haira as they walked, ttalking about his feelings for Haira. Although it couldn't be said to be romantic love, he had quite a good impression of Haira. Chen Li was shocked. This Demon Clan was really too unreasonable. How could this be happening? How could this be happening? Caspian didn't care about that. Anyway, in his eyes, he treated the Demon Clan equally... All the good Demon Clan members were dead! As for the conversation between Haira and Wang Shou, it was confirmed that right now, the various upheavals in the Immortal Dimension were definitely related to the demons!

Zeph’s stomach twisted further. With her arms crossed, Camille grinned as she watched Ryker come closer. "This is your lesson for attempting to get him back," she purred, cocking her head. Her voice dripping with hatred, she drew closer. "You will always be the cursed omega, regardless of how much power you have." You are so very wrong, Camille. Zeph wanted to respond, but the gag muffled everything. “Save whatever you want to say. You will need it soon enough.”

“That’s what the stories from the mines mean. The hiyasha is not a real demon but a cult. They must be looking for Adamantine, a piece of the second Fire from Heaven that landed in the south.” “Exactly,” Aki said. “They’re also involved in the slave trade because they need miners to dig for Adamantine.” “What does he look like?” Temujin asked. “All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict t

She didn't want to do it but overheard the girls saying that anyone who refused to join would be killed at a spot. She closed her eyes and sighed, “Let’s fight,” she murmured. Some moments before the game began, Alpha Lucian came in with his chosen mate and the Queen, Alisha. Alisha froze when she saw Bree and what she held in her hand fell to the floor, “How is she still alive? h…h..how is this even possible?“ she stuttered.

The System, hearing Seren’s lament, tried to console her. [Well… at least you’re an overpowered Omega.] Seren snorted. “Yeah, overpowered and overworked. I feel like my brain’s about to fry.” She sighed, dragging herself to the bathroom and took a look at herself on the bathroom mirror. The faint silver sheen still glimmered in her hair, her skin almost luminous. Her reflection looked like someone halfway between divine and wolf, halfway between Selune and chaos.

Romeo hisses as he realises that Vlad was set up. Romeo opens his link with Jonah. “Thanks, mate. I can handle her from here. I need you to go to the Shadow-Claw Pride.” “What am I looking for boss?” “One of the Omega’s we were following. This war was a set-up. Find her.” “Right away boss.” The Demon smoke that was encasing Romeo and Savannah slowly disappears as Jonah taps into Cyrus’ Demon teleportation. Jonah teleports to a spot just outside the Pride to check the area, noticing no threats Jonah conceals himself and then enters the Pride.

“I don’t know.” So Thor was already married. And apparently he hadn’t expected Shia to come here. His wife had a pouch of test tubes at her waist—she was probably a demon-hunting officer. With such blatant provocation, it wasn’t hard to guess that under the protection of her husband—the chief dark priest of Asgard—she had killed quite a few Vanir. Perhaps she had never even been defeated. Under normal circumstances, Shia would never tolerate such verbal humiliation. The fact that she was so stunned now must have been because of that coquettish “darling” the half-blood beauty had used.

creeping into my mind. Haera was an omega and she would have problems with healing. I cursed myself for forgetting that she wasn't as strong as I was and I could do nothing to help her. "Haera." I called to wake her but her groans didn't cease. I didn't see any visible injury but for all I know, she might have cracked or broken her bones. I wondered if she was bleeding internally but no one could answer those questions if she didn't open her eyes "Haera." I called again. Serge was awfully silent and having to deal with all of this alone was driving me nuts. "Hae-" She gasped, sucking in harsh breaths as she opened her amber eyes which I had been dying to see. Haera's fist clenched my tatter

The other two wolves tensed. Then a figure stepped out from between the trees. Not a rogue. Not Ronan. Someone else. A girl. Maybe a little older than Kaela, wrapped in black furs with long copper hair braided down her back and eyes that shimmered violet in the cold. Kaela recognized her instantly. Sira. One of the high-blooded seers from Hollowshade. She shouldn’t have been here. Hollowshade was neutral—mystics, not warriors. They didn’t step into territory politics unless something bad was brewing.